Too tired to write,
but my mind is filled,
with thoughts and revelations,
to spill.
So many years I woke up,
with a pill,
getting closer to freedom-
I know that I will.
Changes bring memories,
that rise up like foam,
on the waves- chaotic-
of places I’m from.
The voices can be greater,
-hypocrite, liar, unworthy, unclean-
but the Words of my Father
in Heaven are true.
As I sink deeper into the night,
I remember the glory
that shines
and never, ever give up
without a fight.
recovering motherhood 